The voluptuous teal mare smiles knowingly at the male - her voice was all that was needed to regain his attention, after all. That was really the question that needed answering, though she realizes quickly that the look in the sapphire tobiano’s eye is wary and hesitant.
Pick a damn shape, he’d said. A light chuckle follows from the now teal mare’s throat. ”What’s to say this isn’t my natural shape?” She flicks her silver tail, very subtly diminishing her height by a bit, because it feels more feminine to do so; though she keeps the hips - if she’d tried to match the mare he’s looking for right before his eyes until it was just right, she believes he would be on the run before the transformation was complete. For now, this would have to do.
The thought crosses her mind briefly, to even change into Aquaria - the nereid had left and impression and an imprint on Aodhán-the-wad-of-kelp at the time, and she’s pretty sure she can mimic the nereid better than the unknown mare. How badly would it mess with this man’s head if she did it? But no, not now, she thinks; he’s leaving, and any new shape changes would only hasten his decision to do so.
Not so well-endowed. The mare winks at the kelpie. ”I hope you don’t mind.” She’d rather keep her soft, round form - it seems to satisfy him, and she certainly has nothing better to do anyway.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Ivar]